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Lucien approached Morpheus in the library, her steps swift and purposeful. With respect in her voice, she addressed Morpheus, "My lord, may I be of assistance?""Is this everything we have on Rose Walker?" Morpheus asked. "And Jed Walker," Lucien replied. "But I doubt there's anything in those books that you don't already know. Except, perhaps..." Before Lucien could finish his sentence, Morpheus abruptly interrupted him, his anger evident.Morpheus's voice quivered with unease as he spoke, "Except, perhaps, why she managed to wander into my throne room." Anxiety tinged his words, his worry was evident. Seeking reassurance, he turned to Lucien and posed a question, "What do you think? Why did Gault target her brother and not her?"Lucien frowned, "Did you read about Unity? She questioned. "The day you were imprisoned, there were people all over the world who fell asleep and people who couldn't wake up. Unity is the sole survivor of what they call the 'Sleepy Sickness.' The day you re
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As they bid farewell to the beach, Hal enveloped Rose in a warm embrace. "You've been an incredible friend, Rose Walker," he expressed, his voice filled with gratitude and affection.As Corinthian reached the foster agent's office, he found her on the verge of leaving for the day. Determined, he hurriedly approached her and held up the flyer in his hand, extending it toward the agent. With a mix of hope and urgency, he asked, "Excuse me, ma'am. Have you seen this boy?"The foster agent couldn't say a word, she believes her profession doesn't allow that. Corinthian didn't waste any time. He brought out his knife, stabbed the agent, and removed her eyes. Corinthian positioned himself at the table, carefully setting down the eyes alongside Jed's file. With a steady hand, he proceeded to delicately insert the extracted agent's eyes into his eye sockets, merging their sight as one. As his vision adjusted, he delved into the contents of the file, utilizing this newfound perspective to unco
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With a smile gracing his enigmatic face, Morpheus turned towards Rose and spoke, his voice filled with an air of wisdom. "I must confess, there are certain questions even I cannot answer definitively," he began. "However, what I can reveal is this: a Vortex possesses a tremendous power—the ability to dream entire worlds into existence or bring about their utter destruction."After a brief pause, they resumed their journey, with Rose taking the lead toward her brother's dream. However, the next dream they entered was not her brother's, but instead that of her friend, Zelda, appearing in a childlike form in the cemetery. Intrigued, Rose couldn't help but inquire, "Who is that?"Morpheus: Zelda. When she was your brothers' age. Zelda: Mummy and Daddy told me to go away. So, I am in the old orchards. Nobody understands me. Nobody cares. Nobody understands but Chantal. Chantal comes along, shows me she's my soul sister. I and she are gothic heroines, secret brides to the faceless slaves
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"I'm right here," Jed's voice sounded with a hint of confusion."No, Jeddy, this is just a dream," Rose gently reassured him. She held up the flier, her finger pointing at the desperate plea for help scrawled across it. "When you wake up, where do you think you'll be?" Rose asked, her voice filled with concern.Fear and panic gripped Jed as he trembled, his voice trembling as he spoke, "Uncle Barnady threatened to shatter every bone in my body. Even Aunt Clarice won't be able to protect me."Rose's voice trembled with worry as she questioned, "Who is Barnady? Where is Jed? And where are Aunty Clarice and Uncle Barnady?""They're home. They are in Homeland," Jed answered. "Where is that? Where is homeland?" Rose's voice trembled with confusion as she desperately sought answers about her brother Jed's whereabouts. The uncertainty surrounding his location weighed heavily on her heart, leaving her feeling lost and disoriented.Morpheus fixed a steady gaze upon Gault and issued a commandi
The King of Dreams Chapter 27
As Rose awoke from the vivid dream, she immediately shifted her focus to her laptop. Determination filled her as she tirelessly searched for any trace of Bernady and Clarice Homeland, her brother's foster parents. Finally, with a surge of relief and excitement, Rose discovered their location.Without wasting a moment, Rose hurriedly made her way to their room door, eager to share the news with Lyta. She knocked on the door eagerly, her voice trembling with anticipation, "Lyta, I found him. I found Jed."Lyta's voice echoed from the room, filled with confusion. "What?" she exclaimed, seeking clarity or further information on the matter at hand.Rose's excitement bubbled up within her as she exclaimed, "I found Jed!"Consumed by excitement, Rose could no longer contain her eagerness to begin the adventure. Unable to wait any longer for Lyta to come out from the room, she swiftly grabbed the car keys, her phone, and her bag. With a determined stride, Rose left. As Lyta swung open the do
The King of Dreams Chapter 28
Stepping foot into the ethereal realm of the Dream world, Morpheus and Gault made their entrance. As Morpheus began his approach toward the magnificent throne that symbolized his authority, Gault couldn't contain her curiosity any longer. She turned to Morpheus and posed a question that had been weighing on her mind, "Do you possess any insight into what Jed's life is truly like in the waking world?"With a mix of frustration and anger, Morpheus averted his gaze, his back turned to Gault. He spoke with conviction, emphasizing the stark reality before them. "Humans were never meant to dwell solely in the realm of dreams. By keeping the child trapped there, we deny him the chance at a real life, a life filled with experiences and opportunities.""The boy is being abused. He's suffering," Gault said. "You abused that suffering to build a Dreaming you could rule," Morpheus responded. "I have no desire to rule. My only wish is to create a Dream and not a Nightmare," Gault confided in Mor
The King of Dreams Chapter 29
A few days later, Corinthian and Jed found themselves sitting in a serene park, enjoying the delightful treat of ice cream. As they savored each bite, Corinthian couldn't help but chuckle at Jed's quirky way of eating his ice cream, bringing a lighthearted smile to both of their faces. The park echoed with the sound of their laughter, creating a joyful moment. "Need another one?" Corinthian offered Jed a paper napkin to clean his mouth.As Jed cleaned his mouth, he inquired, "Do we need to meet Rose?""No, Rose is coming to meet us.""Here?""No. I have to go to a work thing. It's a convention. We will call her there.""Like a comic book convention?""Do you like comic books?""I used to.""Back when you were a kid?" Corinthian asked. "Yeah," Jed smiled and showed a serious look on his face, "Can I ask you a question?""Shoot,""What's your name?""Have you ever noticed how people only ever use your name when you're in trouble… Jed?" Corinthian asked. "We need to talk, Jed. Get in h
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Jed and Corinthian made their way into the hotel lobby, where they patiently waited in line for Corinthian's name to be checked in at the front desk.As Jed stood in line, his curious gaze swept across the crowd. Corinthian, noticing his inquisitive demeanor, couldn't resist asking, "What are you searching for?"Jed's disappointment was evident as he glanced up at Corinthian. "It's a cereal convention. I thought there'd be cereal," he said with a tinge of frustration in his voice.Corinthian chuckles, "Are you still hungry?"Jed smiled and nodded, replying simply, "Yes.""Okay. Well, have a seat, uh, over there and we'll get you something to eat," Corinthian said, gesturing towards a cozy corner for Jed to settle in.Jed quietly approached the seat in the lobby, discreetly eavesdropping on everyone's conversation.Female 1: Tell ya, I could murder a steak.Male 1: They do this chocolate fudge whip to die for.Female 2: The TV version butchered it, but you can find it uncut online.Mal
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Morpheus stood at the gates of the Dreaming, his long cloak billowing slightly in the ethereal wind. Perched upon his shoulder, Matthew the Raven flapped his wings restlessly, sensing the weight of the journey ahead. The decision had been made—Morpheus would go to Hell.“You sure about this, boss?” Matthew asked, cocking his head. “I mean, it’s not exactly a friendly place.”Morpheus remained silent for a moment, his piercing gaze fixed on the horizon. “Lucifer may hold the answers we need. The emptiness is unlike anything I have encountered before, and if there is one being who understands the absence of hope, it is he.”Matthew sighed, shaking his feathers. “Well, I guess if we’re doing this, we might as well do it quickly. No offense, but Hell ain’t exactly my vacation spot.”With a simple motion of his hand, Morpheus called upon the shadows, and within seconds, they were engulfed in darkness. When the void lifted, they stood at the gates of Hell.Before them loomed the colossal ir
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The echoes of Death’s departure had barely faded when Lucien stepped out from the shadows of the grand hall. Her appearance was deliberate, her expression as serious as it had ever been. She approached Morpheus slowly, the faint sound of her footsteps swallowed by the vastness of the Dreaming’s palace.Morpheus, still deep in thought, did not turn to greet her immediately. He stood by one of the massive windows overlooking the surreal and ever-shifting landscapes of his realm, his back straight and his gaze distant.“She is gone,” Lucien finally said, her voice soft yet firm.Morpheus turned slightly, his profile illuminated by the soft glow of the Dreaming. “She is. And she has confirmed what we feared—the emptiness is not a mindless force. It reacts, evades, and perhaps even fears. But why does it avoids her…” He paused, his words trailing off.“That,” Lucien said, stepping closer, “is something I believe I can explain.”Morpheus turned fully to face her now, his dark eyes narrowing
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Death’s domain was quiet and solemn, a place of peace rather than sorrow. Unlike her siblings' realms, it did not weigh heavily on those who entered. The air was still, imbued with a sense of finality and closure. Death sat on a simple bench under a lone tree, a notebook resting on her lap. She absentmindedly scribbled her thoughts, her mind preoccupied with the chaos that had overtaken existence.The situation was growing dire. The emptiness—a force that defied comprehension—was not only corrupting dreams and waking lives but was also interfering with her work. Souls she collected were incomplete, their essence hollowed out as if some vital part had been stripped away. It troubled her deeply.For a moment, she paused, tapping her pen against her notebook. She gazed out at the horizon of her domain, where faint whispers of departing souls lingered.“This isn’t right,” she muttered. “It’s never been like this.”A summons tugged at her consciousness. Another soul required her presence.
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Despair entered her gray and shadowy domain, the oppressive atmosphere weighing down her already burdened shoulders. The walls of her palace were adorned with rusted mirrors and remnants of forgotten sorrows, each reflecting the emptiness of the souls she represented. She sat on a low stool, her barbed hook clutched in her trembling hands, as Desire followed behind, their golden eyes scanning the room with a mixture of boredom and unease.“This is a bad idea,” Despair muttered, her voice low and rasping. “A terrible idea.”Desire sighed dramatically, leaning against one of the crooked pillars. “Tell me something I don’t already know, sister. Dream has always been reckless, always so full of himself. This is just another one of his grandiose schemes to make himself the hero.”Despair shook her head, her fingers gripping the hook tighter. “It’s not just recklessness. It’s desperation. He’s asking us to risk everything. To pour out the very essence of who we are. What if it doesn’t work?
Chapter 65
Morpheus returned to his palace in the Dreaming, his thoughts heavy with the revelations from his conversation with Death. He stepped into the grand hall, its towering ceilings adorned with stars and clouds in constant motion. The Dreaming felt different now—quieter, more fragile. The usual hum of dreams was subdued, as if the realm itself was holding its breath.Lucien, his loyal librarian, stood at the foot of the throne. Her expression was grave, and she clutched an ancient tome bound in weathered leather. She bowed slightly as Morpheus approached.“My lord,” Lucien began, “I have found something. It is not pleasant, but I believe it may provide the answers we seek.”Morpheus gestured for her to continue, his voice steady despite the tension in the air. “Speak, Lucien. What have you uncovered?”Lucien opened the tome, flipping through its yellowed pages with meticulous care. The text was written in an ancient, almost indecipherable script, and the illustrations depicted swirling vo
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Morpheus paced his throne room, the weight of Despair and Desire’s findings pressing heavily on his mind. His siblings’ experiences with the shadowy emptiness only confirmed what he had feared—something ancient and malevolent was encroaching on the realms of the Endless. It was no longer confined to dreams or desires; it was spreading like an insidious disease, touching every corner of existence. He stopped abruptly, his gaze fixed on the swirling mists beyond his windows. "Lucien," he called. Lucien appeared from the shadows, a stack of books clutched in his hands. "My lord?" "I must speak with Death. She will have seen signs of this chaos among the souls she collects. Hold the Dreaming in my absence." Lucien nodded, though his expression was troubled. "Be cautious, my lord. If this force can affect Despair and Desire, there’s no telling what it might do to the others." Morpheus said nothing, stepping into the shadows and vanishing from the Dreaming.Morpheus materialized i
Chapter 63
With the oppressive weight of the waking world hanging over them like a black cloud, despair and desire crossed the boundary once more into the Dreaming. They had found nothing tangible in their search, but what they had found—the omnipresent void, the shadowy figure—could not be disregarded. In his throne room, Morpheus stood poised like a statue, waiting. Lucien was standing close by, his hands clasped, his face displaying the strain of the Dreaming's problems. The atmosphere was instantly altered by the arrival of Despair and Desire. "You've come back," Morpheus said in a soothing yet tense voice. "What have you found?" Despair took a while to speak. The sound of her barbed hook clinking on the floor echoed throughout the large room as she dropped it at her feet. "It's everywhere," she said in a hollow voice. The emptiness permeates every aspect of the waking world like a plague. I can't even touch them. Their hopelessness is phony and unfounded. Morpheus looked at Desire,
Chapter 62
With their opposing energies creating an unseen tension between them, Despair and Desire silently left the Endless gathering. The scenery changed to a drab gray as they left the Dreaming and entered the real world. The sounds of life, such as laughter, conversation, and the rustle of leaves, were muted and faint, and the air felt heavy, as though the world itself had lost the ability to feel. This was a familiar world to Despair. She flourished on the silence, the emptiness, and the crushing weight of it all. As she watched the waking world go by, she absently dragged her barbed hook across her palm. "It's already here," she muttered in a gravelly, low voice. "The void. They feel as though it is a second skin.But Desire was not impressed. With a smooth, melodic voice that was brimming with derision, they answered, "It's always there, darling." That is the state of humanity. Yes, emptiness, longing, and yearning. However, this... feels different.They entered a busy city street and
Chapter 61
Tension reverberated through the Endless's great hall, a place unconstrained by time and molded solely by the essence of its occupants. As solemn as the night sky, Dream sat at the center of the group. Death was standing to his right, composed but with an unwavering determination. Desire sat on his left, their face a mixture of contempt and laughter. Despair was there in the shadows, hardly perceptible but always there, gripping her barbed hook with shaking fingers, her eyes displaying a silent, all-encompassing agony. "This cannot go on," Dream started in a steady but irritated tone. "Mortals are no longer dreaming as they used to in the waking world. They don't have any imagination, hope, or even nightmares while they sleep. The Dreaming is in pain and disintegrating. It has an impact on everything. Desire twirled a golden strand of their hair and laughed softly. Dream, you're always so dramatic. Maybe the mortals are just sick of your little fantasies. Perhaps they've discovered
